"Don't tempt me," Arialla growled, when Adam mentioned the possibility of dragging him into the sun and killing him. The claim of "friends that hang out with Safrin" didn't mollify her, because she assumed it was a lie. She had forgotten that relationships could exist across the battle lines drawn in her mind and, soon, across all of Caido.
But fine. Adam's insistence that they should talk made her a little curious, in spite of herself; she wanted to know why he wanted to speak to her so badly that her clear hostility hadn't dissuaded him. Sitting gingerly on the sand, ready to jump up at a moment's notice, she slowly unshifted her talons. She would have remained standing were it not for the nausea she always felt around Ascended. (Even after all this time, Arialla hadn't made the connection between this nausea and the doll she always carried in her pocket.)
"If you have something to say, then say it," she ordered curtly.
please don't take my sunshine away
